GTA9 Back 2 da Future We Want

“Do you want to make this more fun?” I asked her. “After I tell you a story, you tell me one.” 

“What kind of story?” 

“It could be about anything - it could be real, it could be fake - you just have to entertain - like we’re cave people around a campfire.” 

She looks at the candle on the table. “We’re awfully close to what you’re talking about,” she said. 

“I have this theory that we’re a character that comes from many characters,” I told her. 

“How so?” 

“Our ancestors,” I said. “Do you know what separates us from them?”

“What?”

“A story,” I said. “We just don’t know what happened to them, and here we are…clueless about all of their struggles - we’re floating in outer space without their knowledge or wisdom. Don’t you find that kind of strange?”

“How so?” 

“That despite all that has been learned we have to figure it out again ourselves?”

“Our parents do teach us things,” she said. “But it’s hardly enough.” 

“It’s all about how we interact with information,” I told her. “What we see as valuable - for me, the most priceless thing a human has is their story, their lessons, and what they can share with others - that’s why I came to Los Angeles. I wanted to learn to be a storyteller.” 

“And here you are…telling a story.” 

“I could be living my dream and not know it,” I told her. “You think that could be the ultimate reality?” 

“It depends,” she says. “If you’re really going for what you want.”